Curse of the Bambino?

Hangman, hangman, hold it a little while,
I think I see my brother coming, riding many a mile.
Brother, you get me some silver? Did you get a little gold?
What did you bring me, my brother,
to keep me from the Gallows Pole
-Led Zeppelin

What if the the ghost of the Babe doesn't want a new stadium? What if he doesn't give a shit about luxury boxes and enough bathrooms for 45,000 people all drinking $12 beers at the same time?

What if the Yankees go a long time without winning a championship? Will they become the new Red Sox? The new Cubs? I'd say even a decade would be enough to have Hal Steinbrenner soiling his silk shorts.

What if Billy Crystal is 90 and as frail as Kermit Frog and goes to his grave cursing the New Yankee Stadium for this new championship drought? What then?

What if the Babe, this necromancer of baseball lore, curses the new stadium from the Great Beyond? What if it has nothing to do with the Ortiz jersey they dug out of the concrete? What if buried somewhere there are Youkolis shoe inserts? A Manny jockstrap? Already been chewed Jason Varitek chewing gum? Used Theo Epstein condoms?

And we haven't even explored the possibility of Met Fan terrorism!

What if Yankeee fans? What if?

Freak out in a moonage daydream
-David Bowie